"Sell me, it doesn't matter, but you... no way!"
Jia Xiufang looked at her daughter, feeling like if you gave her a kitchen knife, she could fight Chen Lin for her life at any moment.
Daughter is so beautiful, so smart, how can she be sent to such a place, to do such things selling her body, no mother would allow this to happen.
"Divorce, once divorced everything will be fine, divorce and my brother and I will be safe!" This had to be said with unwavering determination because Qian knew her mom would keep thinking about this sentence in the days to come.
This is the subconscious hint, a method often used by psychologists.
"But, what if it wasn't your dad, your dad isn't that kind of person, what if the fire wasn't caused by your dad?"
Jia Xiufang's words didn't make Qian angry; instead, she was very happy.
